a new era of me

~pride and confidence~

~Adaline Rosewood~

~October 7th~

I really want to pitch myself off of the astronomy tower and call it a day.

But no.

Here I am, sitting in Draco's dorm.

Well, we were in his bathroom.

I was sitting on his toilet.

Trying to convince myself to bring myself to talk about the face that I slept with one of his best friends, my brain was a scattered mess.

Because I seriously need to talk to someone about this, I'm going mad.

He's in the shower, I'm taking a piss, I cannot. 

I was suffering from a migraine.

"Draco... I need to confess something to you," I practiced quietly to myself as he showered. He obviously couldn't hear me because he was too busy talking obnoxiously about himself. "Okay, Draco, I need to talk to you about something very.. serious." I practiced again. "No, wait, um.." fuck, this was a bit hard.

I really wanted to tell someone about this, and I know telling Draco probably isn't my best option but oh well. I desperately needed to get this off my chest, I was drowning in my own guilt, my thoughts, a lot.

He's my closest friend.

I could tell him anything, absolutely everything.

At least I hope I'd be able to do so.

He was my best friend.

Besides Luna, Pansy, and all that. I needed to pull my shit together, I seriously messed around with Mattheo like a dumbass.

The sound of the shower turning off took me out of my head. Draco pulled back the curtain, and grabbed his towel. He wrapped his towel around his hips and began talking nonsense.

"Merlin, I really needed that shower. I really don't know how people do it, you know? Just don't wash their asses for—" I felt really bed for the words that were about to come out of my mouth.

"Draco, I accidentally on purpose fucked Mattheo!" I panicked, and word vomited.

"Huh- you what?!" Draco choked out, nearly dropping his towel.

I looked up at him and he pulled his towel tighter around his hips. He shifted on his feet, the look of shock still on his face.

His eyes looked everywhere but at me.

This was messy.

"Adaline."  He breathed out.  "What the fuck did you do."  He was wide eyed, his body tense.  "Pull your pants on, and meet me in my room."  He scoffed, he was angry as fuck.  I could hear it in his voice. 

He stormed out the bathroom, and slammed the door shut, a picture frame falling off the wall and hitting the floor. 

I groaned dramatically and drew my head into my hands.